I
I descend from prime loins of the Earth,
Heir to sublime perceptions of glory,
Not one creature supersedes my worth,
Though greatness may have been illusory;
Failures and flaws peppered my existence,
As shortcomings became norms of my days,
Regrets hounded me with marked persistence,
Peace and love, rarely in my dwelling stays;
As matters stood, will there be a future,
With no past worthy of retrospection,
Evil had sought my ways to indenture,
A far cry from my goal of perfection;
……Of whose image had emulated, I?
……And to what glory could I aspire by?
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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